Garvel Loken struggled to his feet from the ground.

How many times has this been? He asked himself this, but he didn't get an answer. The door was indeed opened by him and Acudona, but then it happened. To be honest, the experience wasn't great.

He was thrown straight into a river of blood, a place that was much stranger than the place he had been in. Fortunately, he managed to come out, although Lorcan himself didn't know how he left.

In short, he hoped that Acudona was okay.

He bent down and tried to grasp the sword at his waist, but the power armor seemed to be out of order, unable to respond to his nerve signals as immediately as before, and his fingers could not be bent at all.

A real chill whistled through the cold air, creating a slight frost on his skin. He looked up and saw the black mist escaping, and the shadows in it, the hanging corpses.

He exhaled softly and began to slowly retreat.

Until the problems related to the nerve signals of the power nail are solved, Lorcan will never step into this fog. Leaning against the wall of the hallway, he looked left and right at where he was, and an unlikely conclusion slowly came out of his mind

Loken lowered his head again and began to examine his power armor to see if there was anything else that was as problematic as his fingers, and at the same time went through the conclusion in his mind.

Eventually, he reluctantly confirmed that conclusion.

This is really the eighth deck of the Vengeful Spirit, if it weren't for the nightmares that deliberately confuse him and try to deceive him.

But the question is, where did those bodies come from?

He looked up at the hanging corpses, and drew a second conclusion from the uniforms and sizes they were wearing—the corners of Gavel Lorcan's eyes twitched faintly, he now knew where the vanished crew and servants had gone.

And, judging by the degree of decay of the corpses, they have been dead for a long time. You know, this wasn't the first time Lorcan had been to the eighth deck, he had been here a few times during the voyage, and each time it was quite normal.

If that's the case here, what about the rest of Vengeful Spirits?

Lorcan didn't dare to think about it anymore.

He patted the hand armor on the forearm of his right hand, trying to remove the obstacle manually. I don't know if it's luck, but after a few taps, the fault of the finger part of the right hand actually recovered.

It took him another half minute to make sure this wasn't a short-lived flash in the pan, and then he immediately drew his power sword and stepped into the fog. Lorcan was so familiar with the Vengeful Spirit that he could tell which deck he was walking on which deck even with his eyes closed.

The eighth deck was obscured by a thick fog at the moment, but it didn't get in the way. He slowed his pace vigilantly, weaving through the forest of the dead. The cold made his breath freeze over his chin and lips, turning into tiny slags of ice.

The deeper Lorcan went, the more serious his expression became. He noticed that the hanged people were increasing, and that the road was beginning to show signs of battle.

For example, bullet holes left by blasters, special marks left by chainsaw swords or chainsaw axes on walls - there are even marks that look like claws, and they are not lightning claws, but creature claws.

He suddenly stopped, and a large black figure not far ahead caught his attention. Lorcan slowed his breathing and watched in place for several minutes before continuing on.

The thing hadn't moved even once in between, and as he approached it, he smelled an extremely strong smell of blood, as well as a stench. This was also unusual, this intensity was already at the level of physical discomfort that could cause ordinary people, and the place where he had just stayed should not be unaware of it.

Can these fogs mask out the smell?

Lorcan took this discovery to heart and began to observe the corpse.

It has reflexed joints and an extremely strong body, with knotted muscles and large bones. The skin is dark and hairy, and there are a pair of hideously twisted horns on the forehead. The creature's face was typical of a monster, but it was too real.

This is not a monster that humans can imagine, every detail of its face is lifelike, especially the pair of eyes, which resemble a pair of burning emeralds.

Wait a minute.

Loken jerked his sword up.

The creature roared and rose to its feet and lunged at him. Lorcan struggled to resist as he kept backing away—he could tell from the few collisions he had just made his servo motor protest.

If we don't evacuate quickly, I'm afraid something terrible will happen. At this moment, a burst of gunfire interrupted his retreat. It's not the noise that a single blaster can cause, but the extreme density caused by dozens of guns firing together.

Lorcan was so familiar with the sound that he could even tell where the person who fired the fire was by feeling alone. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a group of Astartes dressed in blue and white armor, and they noticed him as well.

This made Lorcan's heart sink - he knew about the arrival of the war dogs, but the war dogs didn't know who he was.

But they didn't split their hands to open fire on him, in fact, they even stopped firing on him.

Lorcan secretly smiled bitterly in his heart: Okay, that's reasonable. Let a monster kill what you see as a traitor

He clenched his sword tightly, not intending to just tie his hands down.

If he survives, he will have one more chance to tell the truth. The sooner the mutation between the Legion and the Primordial is known to others, the better, and only then can the Emperor and the Empire resolve the matter as soon as possible.

The monster roared and swung its muscles and lunged at him, countless wounds on its body, black rancid blood gushing outward, but it didn't seem to feel it. Lorcan watched its movements, determined to attack its eyes first.

He spun his wrist, intending to make the power sword slash at it, but the monster flew out of mid-air abruptly. At that moment, a loud, almost explosive sound reached his ears.

Lorcan looked intently and saw a giant slashing at the monster with its twin swords, flesh splattering, and it wailed as it tried to fight back. With a swing of his right claw, the giant let out a deep nasal sound and cut off the entire right claw with his backhand.

There was lightning on his bare back, and strength and beauty were vividly interpreted at this moment. The right claw sprayed blood and flew up, and before it could hit the ground, the giant closed its two swords and pierced the monster's head in an instant.

But that wasn't the end of it, he folded his right hand, spun the blades together, and with his left hand reached out, grabbing one of the monster's horns with great force, and pulling the entire head off its neck with its thunderous scream.

Lorcan stood there with his sword in hand, and before he could recover his senses, a bloody skull, still steaming, was thrown at his feet.

He looked up and saw a blood-stained face of anger through the mist, staring at him thoughtfully, his forehead bruised and his steel braids dancing endlessly, appearing like a devil himself from the mist, covered in blood.

After a few seconds, he smiled, straightened up in a friendly way, patted Loken on the shoulder, and the devil vanished.

"I'm Angrun." He introduced himself. "What's your name, brave?"

"Gavier Loken, my lord, I am ——。"

"—Captain of the Tenth Company of the Shadow Moon Blue Wolf." A voice rang out on the other side, and Lorcan turned his head to see a face familiar to him. He breathed a sigh of relief, put down his sword, and before he could say anything, Karn threw four magazines at him.

"Save it, Lorcan." Karn raised his chin at him. "We don't have much ammunition left."

Lorcan was silent for a while before accepting the status quo. He didn't understand where the trust that the wardogs and their primordials showed came from, after all, he hadn't explained anything. However, since we can fight side by side, other things can naturally be left to the afterthought.

He nodded, changing the magazine for himself, and asked about the current state of the war dogs—whether intentionally or not, he didn't correct Karn's name of the legion.

"It's not going to be good." Karn said succinctly. "Soon after we got on board, we clashed with your original body. The battle then began, and it was supposed to be the result of a breakout battle, when a black mist appeared out of nowhere and sent us here. ”

"Your people.?" Lorcan used his words carefully, trying to figure out if the war dogs were really left with that little left.

Karn shook his head at him, letting out a dull laugh.

"A little bit of confidence in us, Moon Wolf. In fact, we've almost killed all the monsters here, except for the one just now. Lucky for you, if we're late, you're probably going to be cut in two. ”

"Maybe it's going to be cut in two." Lorcan said. He still hadn't corrected Karn's name.

"Indeed." Karn nodded. "You are always brave in battle"

"Alright, Company Commander Lorcan." Angrã's voice rang out from ahead of them. "Please forgive my Eighth Company Commander, who has always been such a eccentric character, and likes to tell jokes that are not even jokes to everyone. In conclusion, I hope you can explain a problem for us. ”

Here it comes.

Lorcan's heart tightened, and he immediately began to recall the draft he had prepared in the morning. He wanted to go through the cause and effect of all these things completely and quickly, but Angeland did not ask the question he had prepared.

In fact, the original body of the war dogs was just standing by a door, beckoning to him.

"Excuse me, do you know how this door is going to be opened?" Angrand asked, his brows furrowed slightly, and his blood-stained face was slightly helpless. "We've tried a lot of things, but it just won't open"

Lorcan stepped forward in silence and saw the words infirmary in the number above the gate.

He raised his hand and wiped his chin to wipe off all the hanging ice slag before he spoke.

"Can't open it?" He looked at the door, and then at Angrand. "Is it a mechanical failure? It's easy to do, the chainsaw sword can-"

"—no, no, Company Commander Lorcan." Angron shook his head at him, and he stood still, thinking for a moment before re-speaking.

"Actually, I'm sure you've sensed something from the sights we've just walked through, and the enemy we've fought, right?"

"None of these things come from the world we know it well, and their existence cannot be explained simply by physical laws or mathematical formulas, nor can they be summarized by common sense. They are supernatural monsters that originate from the chaos of the subspace. And this door"

The Lord of the Twelfth Legion sighed and swung his right fist into it. There was a loud bang, the metal didn't move, and the door didn't even tremble.

"I'm afraid I'm one of them."

Lorcan took a deep breath of unacceptability, and he didn't think about the words of the Lord of the Twelfth Legion for a moment. All he knew was that the phoenix of Chemus was inside, and that crazy emperor apothecary.

He and Acudona's mission was about to succeed, and now something happened to him?

Can't open?

Why can't it be opened?

The Shadowmoon Wolf angrily lifted his foot and kicked the door hard. The war dogs were a little surprised by his actions, and he himself immediately noticed a change in his mood after this. He wanted to apologize, but Angeland laughed.

"Don't be angry, Company Commander Lorcan." He said. "I'm just asking, after all, your identity is here, and I wonder if you have a more convenient solution. It's best to have nature, and don't worry if you don't. ”

"You don't understand, behind this door" Lorcan suppressed his emotions and calmed his voice. "It's Vogrim."

"I know." Angron retracted his smile and nodded at him calmly.

The impressive metal torture instrument was still writhing in the back of his head, giving people a rather terrifying look, and it also formed a rather strange contrast to his own calm face at the moment.

"You know?"

"Of course I do, otherwise how do you think I've managed to find everyone in this labyrinth?" Angron raised his right hand and nodded the butcher's nail, and the smile came back to his face, and it was very gentle.

His faintly twitching facial muscles didn't spoil the smile, and Lorcan froze for a moment—he wasn't to blame, there was so much going on today that he didn't understand.

The Tenth Company Commander closed his eyes, shook his head and took a few steps back. He began to breathe deeply at a uniform pace, and in just a few seconds, his heartbeat had completely subsided.

He put aside the matter of the Legion and the Primordial for the time being, and put aside the lives and deaths of Acudona and his brothers, and turned his attention to the matter in front of him.

A moment later, under Angrand's admiring gaze, Lorcan opened his eyes solemnly and gave a suggestion.

Each deck of Vengeful Spirits has a master control center that can manually open every door on the current deck and the power of each room by entering a key. You say the door has become a supernatural being, but it's still on the Spirit of Vengeance. I thought we might be able to give it a try. ”

"You're so smart, Moon Wolf." Karn grinned at him, raising his hand as if he were raising the right hand of the winner in the dueling cage.

The war dogs laughed and began to cheer him on, and Lorcan put on a deliberately strange and proud smile, bowed his head, and a sour feeling rose from his heart.

Once upon a time, his legion was like this, why did everything change in such a short time?

"Cheer up." Angron said with concern, interrupting his momentary melancholy. "We're counting on you to lead the way, Commander Lorcan."

"I will." The Shadow Moon Wolf replied solemnly.

——

Corus Colax turned his mind into a gloomy calm, and he closed his eyes, a faint flash of gloom on his pale countenance. The Emperor's Shadow's main bridge was silent, except for the sound of footsteps and the hum of the Contemplative Array.

After a long time, the Lord of the Crows opened his eyes in silence, and there was no other emotion in his inky black eyes.

At this time, his company commander, Bran Neff, also opened his mouth appropriately.

He had followed Corax in his uprising on the planet of salvation to save innocent people. He had known about the war for as long as Corax, and the two sides had learned about each other to the point where they could no longer understand each other.

"Attack?" Bran Neff spat out a word.

"Not yet"

The Lord of the Crows pondered and gave an answer, his expression quite solemn.

"The Vengeful Spirit is not a good jumper, try to approach at high speed and get the artillery positions ready. Then an order was issued that all the ships in the fleet should be ready for battle, and on the premise of preserving themselves, they would do their best to contain and weaken the Spirit of Vengeance and related ships. ”

He paused for a moment, frowned, and added, "At the same time, send out a number of jumping gang fighters to target the Emperor's Pride." ”

"Primordial?" Bran Neff expressed his doubts in surprise. "We-"

"—don't worry, Bran." Corax squinted, his expression quite similar to that of a brother who was also pale, and he didn't know who they were learning from.

"We can't afford the firepower output of two Glorious Queen-class ships. While the Steadfast Resolve will help us, why not if it can weaken our opponents? Furthermore, it would be worth it to recapture the Emperor's Pride or to take control of some of its artillery positions for a short time. ”

"Inform Sukahunu and let him do it. I believe in his attainments in guerrilla warfare and rapid reaction operations. ”

"Understood."

"And then you, me, and us." Koraks continued to give orders, without stopping for a moment.

"Assault boats, gunboats, and shuttles ready, heavy firepower and fast strike squads ready. As soon as the assault on the Pride of the Emperor begins, we immediately focus our fire on the engine parts of the Vengeful Spirit and immediately jump into the gang. Also, help me connect to the Steadfast Resolve. ”

"Joint operations?"

"Of course, Bran." The Lord of the Ravens smiled at him. "Strength is great, didn't we already verify this when we revolted?"

Bran Neff nodded and left the bridge. At this moment, silence was restored again. Colus Colax reached out and pulled out a bag of sand eel jerky from his bosom. He took one out and stared at it for a moment, but didn't choose to eat it.

Outside the porthole, the stars are gone.

Updated.

There may be, it is not advisable to wait. In the future, if you get stuck in this kind of night point update, you should go to bed early.

(End of chapter)